الكَأْسُ قطبُ السرور والطربِ

فاحظَ بها قبل حاجِزِ النوَبِ

The cup is the pole of joy and rapture

So seize it before the barrier of distress

أما تَرى الليلَ كيف تكشفُه

راياتُ صُبحٍ مبيضَّة العذبِ

Do you not see how the night is unveiled

By the banners of a morn sweet and pure

كَرَاهبٍ حَنَّ لِلهَوى طرباً

فَشَقَّ جِلبابَهُ مِنَ الطَّرَبِ

Like a monk who for passion's delight

Did rend his habit in ecstasy's throb